The Keys Novels & Stories

What a fucking idiotI was. Clumsily, I walk to the door, flicking through the array of keys that clang as I drop the previous one. There are at least thirty keys in this bunch. I do not know which one opens this door, but I know he uses red keys to get down here, so I hold all seven red keys before me, begging any entity to show me which one to choose. No sign comes, only a cough from Emma behind me, goading me to pick one to shove in the lock, hoping in the back of my mind that luck is on my side and that the door will shift as I turn it.

“These are for the house.” Autumn was even more startled and didn’t take them. “Wait, why are you giving me your house keys?” It wasn’t like she came over often—yesterday had just been an accident. Besides, he wasn’t sick all the time. If he gave her the keys, she’d have to keep them safe. Wouldn’t that just be a burden? But Keith shoved them firmly into her palm. “I’m not in the habit of carrying keys. I worry I’ll forget them and won’t be able to get in. Better to keep a spare with you—double insurance.”

The other key-children start filtering in, all of them drawn by whatever frequency these cosmic beings operate on. Soon all nine are gathered, eight keys and one wild card, staring at each other with glowing eyes. “This changes everything,” Marcus says through the connection they all share. “The ninth key breaks the pattern,” Adrian adds. The children speak in overlapping voices, their words blending together. “Eight keys, seven seals, one master.” “But nine keys means the math is wrong.” “Means the seals won’t open the way they’re supposed to.” “Means we have a chance.” Tempest raises her hand and silence falls.

all this will fall on her later, later. A bunch of keys clatter to the floor at her feet. Keith kicks her against the door and steps back, never taking his eyes off the man. God, how healthy he is ... twice as hard! What a blessing that she is a coward... Picking up the keys, by some miracle she opens the door of her dungeon by some miracle, jumps out and leans with her whole body, slamming it shut. Turning the key in the lock, she freezes, gasping for air, as if she waved a hundred meters. His heart is pounding, reverberating in his ears with a heavy hum, nausea rolls up his throat like a ball of wool. The body shakes so that the knees give way.

She asked, staring at the polished floor, but he didn't respond. She slowly turned to him. “Kelvin?” “Are there any spare keys?” She asked again, her tone clear and firm. “Yes, there are.” He answered, nodding affirmatively. “Okay. Where are the keys?” She asked, expectantly waiting for a positive response. “Actually, only Mr Zaveri knows where they are. He keeps them himself.” Kelvin replied, looking disappointed. “What!” She yelled. “Where the hell is he anyway? Is he planning to kill my friend?” She sprung to her feet, furiously.

“We split the pot. You race. We call it a day. What do you say?” How could I say no to an offer like that? The Hellcat came with two keys—red and black. The black key was the standard key one would use with the car for regular civilian driving. The red key was for racing. As soon as it went into the ignition the warranty was void. And that was the kind of shit that made the hair on my arms stand up. “Fuck,” I growled. Rick started laughing again. I held out my hand to Kevin who stared at it in shock. “I say let’s do it.”

I dropped the cup loud on the table as I heard the sound of cartoon playing on the TV from the sitting room Sky was in before I sat on the table with my legs crossed. “Where is it?” I asked Micah who stood with his arms folded. “Where is what?” “The third key? I have the first, the second will eventually come to me but I can’t sense the third. You are only one who knows who has the last key apart from Lea Bennett.” “I can’t help you Rogue. It’s nice to hear you aren’t dead yet but the third key is something I won’t give to you as a welcome gift.” Micah said as I clenched my fist and my brows twitched.

Bayswater Pack Lands Romeo Price We returned to the packhouse quietly. No one in the pack knows that I've returned except for my inner circle. At times like these, I am thankful that the packhouse is divided into two sections with separate entrances, private quarters for the Alpha and Beta, and a general entrance for other members on the other side of the building. There's a door connecting the two areas on the ground floor, where my office and small meeting rooms are located.

Acre looks at me "Err yeah some time today would be nice" the blond woman whisper yells, I shrug, I don't think we have much choice, if there is anyone watching we are screwed". So we follow the woman down alleyways until we come to a grubby brown door where she takes out a key and opens it before pushing us all inside and locking the deadbolt. "Who are you?" I ask as she switches on a light, "Does it matter?" "Yeah" "I know who she is"

Victor let out through gritted teeth making the girl stand up in a second. “Alpha, I..” she choked the words as I raised my hand to interrupt her. “Gather all the employees in the office. You have exactly fifteen minutes.” I spat as I walked behind the desk to retrieve a key room. To my surprise, the keys were divided into three separate categories. Unsafe was written on a red sticker and had the most keys under it; The Bad had a blue sticker and a couple of keys while the Special guest had only one key and it was placed far away from the other two sections.